Balcony.
What Ye Qingxian had thought would be a cordial exchange to ease their relationship had somehow turned into an interrogation aimed at herself.
The only person who could save her right now was still in the kitchen, happily playing the part of a little cook.
Whenever Ye Qingxian encountered questions that were difficult to answer in the past, she generally preferred to remain silent.
It was not that she could not answer them; she simply had countless hardships of her own.
But who could she tell them to...
Cai Die sneered. "Go on. Why have you stopped talking?"
"Do you have nothing to say, or have you already tacitly admitted that you're stringing Mei Bao along?"
Ye Qingxian lifted her teacup and took a sip.
With a clatter.
The teacup landed on the table.
That dull echo was even more like the turbulent rise and fall of her emotions.
Ye Qingxian only felt that the bitterness lingering from the clear tea in her mouth was not even a fraction of the unspeakable feelings in her heart. "I, Ye Qingxian, believe that everything I do is beyond reproach."
She slowly closed her eyes. "The matter of the Dao Companion, the matter of those daughters—I, Ye Qingxian, admit it all."
"As for what I should be responsible for, I will not shirk a single thing."
That was far too vague. Cai Die still had no intention of letting Ye Qingxian off.
As a prodigy and Mei Bao's elder sister, Cai Die carried an entirely different weight; she could already exert upon Ye Qingxian the pressure of Supreme Heaven's Death Valley.
"So."
"When do you plan to be with her?"
The question was asked word by word. Bringing up the matter again was more like forcing Ye Qingxian to answer.
Ye Qingxian